Quotes About Communication

The Cop. She has a steel grid in front of her mind, and for anything in the outer world to reach her it first has to squeeze through the bars of that grid. Information has to be broken into small cubes; information and data packaged in two-dimensional squares are preferable to three-dimensional cubes however: they pass through the grid more quickly and once they reach the Cop's mind take up less space there.

Frank was silent for a moment. He said, "It's supposed to snow this weekend, according to the Channel Five guy, Tom Messner.

Before you lose your children, you can talk about it-as a possibility, I mean [...] But when the thing that you only imagined actually happens, you quickly discover that you can barely speak of it. Your story is jumbled and mumbled, out of sync and unfocused. At least that's how it has been for me.

I'll defend the freedom to express our thoughts – though not an absolute freedom to attack each other verbally.

I trusted you with the idea of me and you lost it.

Here below the surface one studies the depths of TO BE, as manifest in AM, IS, and ARE. And if you don't hold up your end of the conversation I may very well snap you in two.

You hear diffrent things in all them way back storys but it dont make no diffrents, Mostly they aint strait storys any how. What they are is diffrent ways of telling what happent.

The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips.

If you are an alien, how come you sound like you're from the north?' 'Lots of planets have a north!

If one person tells a lie and ten people hear it and pass it on, does it make it true?

It struck her how often men made conversation by telling you things they thought you ought to know. Which was sometimes useful, except they rarely stopped to find out how much you knew already and sometimes they expected you to listen with wonder to total nonsense.

Sometimes you don't need words to say what's in your heart.

If his medium had been words instead of war, he would have been a poet.

Where do words come from? They come from the dead. We inherit them. Borrow them. Use them for a time to bring the dead to life.

Maybe this is what it's like when you die. Your inbox stays empty. At first, you just think nobody's answering, so you check your SENT box to make sure your outgoing mail is okay, and then you check your ISP to make sure your account is still active, and eventually you have to conclude that you're dead.

I'm sorry. I was just talking to the moon.

There's nothing sadder than cyberspace . . . but I've already said this.

Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

The world has given you the eyes to see the beauty of its mountains and rivers, and the ears to hear the music of its wind and sea, and the voice you need to tell it. We books are evidence that this is so. We are here to help you.

I'm reaching through time to touch you...you're reaching back to touch me.

The first words of a book are of utmost importance. The moment of encounter, when a reader turns to that first page and reads those opening words, it's like locking eyes or touching someone's hand for the first time, and we feel it, too. Books don't have eyes or hands, it's true, but when a book and a reader are meant for each other, both of them know it

I hate email. It's so slow. On email it's never now. It's always then, which is why it's so easy to get lazy and let your inbox fill up.

email on his iPhone.

What is the half-life of information?